I Went [to War] Because

…i Can't Help Seeing That You Are Very Lonely, And Sometimes There Is A Hungry Look In Your Eyes That Goes To My Heart.

I Shall Keep My Book On The Table Here, And Read A Little Every Morning As Soon As I Wake, For I Know It Will Do Me Good, And Help Me Through The Day.

Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters, And After Many Days It Will Come Back Buttered.

Such Hours Are Beautiful To Live, But Very Hard To Describe.

What Do Girls Do Who Haven't Any Mothers To Help Them Through Their Troubles?